Due to the positive reception to my last story, I wanted to thank you all with a follow-up. If you missed, €Possessed by her Leather Dress,€ I linked it. I highly recommend reading that before as much of what happened there is referenced here, despite this one taking place two and a half years later. I thought that would have been the best story I'd have to share, but I was happy with how this came out as a sequel of sorts. I felt like I couldn't tell it without a lot of build-up, so if that's not your thing, I bolded the first line when things start to get heated.

Thanks again for the support, and enjoy: Reaching the end of four university is a strange experience. The aspirations of getting accepted at the school you want consume your final years of high school and stand on the horizon even further back than that. However, once you've finally made it, the four years slip by like a vacation. Some say you only realize how happy you were when you're looking backward, but all the same the air was tense around every senior I met in the final couple weeks.

Everyone seemed to be coming to terms with a quarter-life crisis - solemnly accepting that the grand vacation was over and they would have to find a hole to fill in society as a streamlined, civil adult. Everyone took it differently: some felt the need to binge drink into an oblivion for old time's sake, some felt the need to try to finally get it in with the girl they had been lusting for after all four years, and some felt the need to get as much time in with their friends as they could before everyone went their separate ways.

Coming into my second-to-last night before graduation, I genuinely thought I fell into that third camp. €Are all the boxes coming down?€ I called out down the stairs. €Yep, I'm packing everything other than my bed and dresser.€ Victoria returned. I squatted down to pick up a weathered old box of books. Looking to be efficient, I tossed a smaller box on top. As I looked it over, I noticed the smaller box was covered in what appeared to be handmade decorations: a skull and crossbones, a thorny rose, and all sorts of other images from all over the spectrum.

Not paying it much mind, I wandered out to Victoria. €Toss €em pretty naked girls in the trunk,€ Victoria said with her head buried in the back seat of her beat-up white sedan, trying to make everything fit. As I wedged the books in the trunk, I heard Victoria laugh to herself, €You brought my sex box!€ Unfazed, I responded, €Ha, sorry. Didn't mean to cross a line there, just grabbing what was around If you liked this article so you would like to collect more info concerning nude girls tumblr please visit the site..